"You think she'll be alright?" Feather asked for the millionth time.

After Spitfire decided to have an aneurysm, again. Feather and I put the lesson aside for the moment and carried her to the couch in the living room. Though, Feather carried her most of the way while I made sure that Spitfire didn't slam her face into the corners of the manor. (Which I "accidentally" missed a couple).

"Probably," I replied.

Spitfire was still twitching and mumbling gibberish for a few hours which I found it absolutely hilarious, but it got old very quickly. I sat on the love seat by the window and watched the sunset. Feather brought me a cup of coffee to enjoy while she went over her notes about Frequence and Entropy. I found it oddly strange that when I asked Feather about utilizing parabolic pressure bubbles to increase speed in flight that she said that no one thought of that! Seriously, My education is university grade here! I can freaking revolutionize everything in a matter of hours! With grade twelve calculus none the less! Thank Lucifer that I paid attention in class or otherwise I would be screwed here.

Trying to master my ability to use my feathers as makeshift fingers by using them to take a very shaky sip of my coffee which I am, for some reason, immune to now. I Looked over my should to a cross-eyed mare staring at her notes. It was both cute and funny at the same time... and I have a wing boner.

"God damn it," I mumbled. I barely managed to force my wings down before Feather Flight noticed that the was something wrong. I gave her an innocent smile before noticing that 'Bic-Lighter-Mcgee,' is waking up.

Feather closed her notebook and stood close by the delirious match head mare with a cup of water. Spitfire took the cup with vigor and drank it like it was the last cup of water on earth.

"Good morning SJP-5000. It is the year, 666-TRL. Welcome to hell 2.0, may we take your order?" I grinned in monotone. She looked around the room for a moment for something to throw at me, which was a cushion. She grabbed, threw and missed like a drunken sailor.

"Smartass. Satan took over yesterday. And she is sitting in my chair."

"Miss Rose is not a demon!" Feather defended.

"What's a de-mo-n?" I frowned like I didn't know what she was talking about.

"You little liar," she deadpanned.

"What's a ly-re?" I asked again.

"Miss Spitfire, stop patronizing our guest. She is very intelligent and definitely not a liar," Feather scoffed

"Who's side are you on?" Spits turned to face an unamused Feather.

"The innocent side."

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Arrg," Spits got up, "I need a drink before I die of brain damage."

"Too late," both Feather and I smiled as she walked right into the door frame.

"Celestia Damn it," Spits mumbled as she left the room

I sat in my room with a full stomach, courtesy of Feather Flight and a very annoyed Bic Lighter, and stared at the ceiling hoping to fall asleep, but I was restless. I was not sure why I couldn't sleep. Usually, I could fall into dreamland in an instant. Yet, there was something at the back of my mind that was preventing my slumber.

It was an itch, a scratching sensation that was driving me insane. There was something off, something that was there ever since I woke up in that cage. Was it the fact that I was a girl now? Or was it the fact I was a filly? Or... Was it the fact that I am not freaking the fuck out when I should be? Thinking about that made the itch worse, much, much worse.

I have been taking everything in with a grain of salt. Nothing fazed me. Well, that could be the same back on earth nothing fazed me there either. When I realized that I lost my magic wand for an enchanted caldron, I accepted it almost instantly. Sure I was going to be all lesbian, but something like that would fuck with you mental state. Though, I wanted to be a kid again, so no problem there.

'It's got to be the gender change," I thought, biting my lip, 'but what about it that is driving me up the wall?'

'Was it that I would want to be a mother?' That made the itch lessen. 'Or being mounted like a dog?' Nope, not that either. 'What about dating other girls?' The itch intensified. 'Okay, dating, something is wrong there.'

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Taken from my thought, I welcomed in the pony at my door. Spitfire walked in. Her face had a band-aid on the bridge of her nose where she kissed the door frame. She walked right in and sat at the base of my bed without saying a word. She took a glance at me then to the window where the full moon shone bright like a big white light.

"May I help you?" I asked with a yawn.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked back.

"Can you be more specific? I'm currently trying to figure that out that right now," I shrugged.

"Well, for starters. One moment you are swearing like a griffon, the next you are quiet and respectful, then teaching math that is ten times harder than a doctrine degree from the best universities, then playing dumb. What's wrong with you?"

"Oh..." I smiled. "Yeah, I tend to get bi-polar around certain individuals. The only thing you need to know is this; If I like you, I will make you life hell. If I hate you, you are dead to me. If I find you attractive, I am shy and if I find you appalling, I will destroy you."

She took a moment to let it all sink in. Her face contorted in both confusion and annoyance. Now that she knows that I somewhat like her, I wonder what will be her response?

"So, let me get this straight. You are driving me up the wall," she waved her hoofs for emphasis, "because you like me?"

I nodded.

"You swore in front of the princess, cause you hate authority."

I nodded again.

"And you are quiet around Feather Flight cause she's pretty."

I nodded again.

"So... What now?"

What now indeed? Not sure why I just gave her my most valuable asset regarding how I act to certain people, but I guess it will be the best in the long run. Now that she knows that I like her. I think I should crank it up a notch.

I grabbed my blanket and loosely draped it over my flank. I kicked out one of me legs in a lustrous way, "We can get to know each other in a more, intimate way." I purred while sliding my arm-hoof along my thigh.

"Wha... ?" Spitfire blinked-blushes as her wings extended into an epic wing boner.

"Hey, sugar. I knew you were into mares, but isn't that a little much?" I pointed to her wings, still purring like a kitten.

Spitfires blush deepened as she tries to get rid of her wing boner. "You're a little demon," she squealed in embarrassment.

"I'm a hot little demon and you love it when I talkto you this way~"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she glared at me.

"Shouldn't I ask you that? You do have a wing boner for a filly."

"Shut up."